quinta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2011

Castro

"It was beauty that had ruined him (...) There was blood on the painted feet, as though the thing had dripped - blood even on the hand that had not held the knife. Confess? Did it mean that he was to confess? To give himself up, and be put do death" (Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray)

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